Forgotten Items of Sentimental Value

March 24, 2011 at 7:31 am | Posted in Life and Living | 3 Comments
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When I moved out of my parents’ house, I took the majority of my belongings with me.  I wasn’t moving far, but I wanted to be as independent as possible, so I didn’t want to use my parents’ house as my own personal storage unit. The few things I left behind I planned to pick up at some unspecified point in the future.  I left behind some books, stuffed animals and my collection of dollhouse furniture — nothing I was going to need anytime in the near future and nothing I was ready to part with.

And why couldn’t I part with these items?  A lot of them had some sort of sentimental value, some sort of memory tied to them that I wasn’t ready to let go of.  We all stuff our closets with memories in the form of physical objects only to stumble upon them during some massive cleaning effort or some purposeful memory searching effort.

So I have been taking these items home with me, one at a time over the past 4 years that I’ve lived on my own.  Very often, I end up giving the stuffed animals to my dog, who will have 30 seconds of enjoyment out of them before they end up with their stuffing on the outside, but it’s more fun than I ever had with them.  But I can’t do that with the ones that have sentimental value.  At this point, there aren’t many left that don’t have this “value” and what I am now noticing is that if they did at some point have sentimental value, I no longer remember why.  Where did the memories go?  I held on to some of these things for 15 years or more.  I know that I got the stuffed kitten from Chuckie in Kindergarten, but what about that bear?  I know the Chinese dolls are family heirlooms, but where did that sheep come from?

I’m sure that I have these memories somewhere in my mind, but the physical items are no longer jogging my memory.  It is kind of funny how that happens.  We are so focused on the material items that we forget the memories that make them special.  But the memories aren’t lost. They are within you somewhere — somewhere that can never be thrown away.


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  1. There are very few things I keep for sentimental value. I have saved the occasional special thing, and kept it in my ‘memory tin’. Like my first bus pass from when I was 12yrs. I was a latch-key kid and that bus pass gave me freedom. For years, my motto has been ‘if it’s not hanging on my wall, it’s not being stored in my closet’. I have ONE tub, where I have kept special adulthood doo-dads. My roller derby uniform, my first origami crane, a book of poetry my mother gave me. But if it doesn’t fit in the tub, it’s not staying in my house! I wrote a blog post about this very same topic:

    • I remember this post well! It certainly accompanies this post nicely. First: Recognize that items are not memories. Second: Throw crap away. Good philosophy. 🙂

  2. […] Some things never lose sentimental value, as Dana of Pushing Thirtyy finds out. […]

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